Unattended Children
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NoV: WOO! Sorry about the wait! I actually forgot all about this one until a kind reviewer reminded me that I had left it....unattended...-.-0 Anywho, on with part two!
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James led the two unsuspecting children into the kitchen, thankfully having sidestepped Jessie, who would have been furious to see him giving some kids a tour of the place when he was supposed to be working to make her money!
"All right. Where's this 'man-eating shark'?" the boy wanted to know.
"Oh, why, we keep him in this little room," James whispered, mysteriously, unlocking the door to the pantry.
As soon as he had opened the door, they peered in. A dozen other children gaped back at them yelling things like "Hurry! Run Away!!" Before James' newest victims could escape, he shoved them in and locked the door.
"Muahaha!" he laughed, dropping the key into his apron pocket carefully.
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James took table nine's food to them about ten minutes later.
The mother, still leery of James from their first encounter, asked, "Say, have you seen our children? We went to the restroom, and when we came back, they were gone."
James clinked her salad bowl down loudly on the table. "Uh—"He thought quickly to make something up. "They're probably in the—game room.....downstairs!"
"Where is it?" the father asked. "They need to come and eat their lunch." He began to stand up from the table.
"No, no!" James insisted, nervously, waving him back to his seat. "I'll just take their food to them! No use in spoiling their good time, right?" Before either parent could protest, he was halfway across the room, carrying the children's food on the tray.
He soundlessly unlocked the door, slid the tray inside, and locked the door back. Then, trying not to look suspicious, slinked away to take someone else's order.
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"Wow!" Jessie exclaimed, hanging her apron on a doorknob. "Some day, huh?"
"Yeah. Meowth's beat!" the cat whined.
"Um, you guys go ahead....." James said, cagily. "I'm....going to hang around here for a little while and....clean up!"
Jessie couldn't argue with that. "All right, but if you come in late, and you wake me up—"She let the threat die in the air. He would know better than to wake her late at night.
Jessie and Meowth walked out of the restaurant's front entrance, locking James in.
"Ya t'ink Jim'll rememba to lock up when he leaves?" Meowth wondered, skeptically.
"Well—"Jessie began, but abruptly stopped when she was met with a middle- aged mob. "Uhhh.....sorry, but we're closed—"
A blonde lady yelled, "Where are our children??"
"Does this look like a daycare center to you?" Jessie asked.
A man said, fiercely, "That blue-haired waiter of yours said our kids were going to a game room, and they never came back!"
A few other parents shouted something or nodded in agreement. They all began closing in on Jessie and Meowth.
"Oh, really?" Jessie said, flatly.
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James, after making a few phone calls, was pacing back and forth in front of the back door, waiting for his "goods" to arrive. A few kids had begun to yell and bang on the pantry door, and this didn't help James' nerves, either.
James perked up when there came a knock to the back door. He opened it immediately, facing two men wearing tan overcoats.
"Ya got the kids?" one of them asked.
"You got the pastries?" James demanded.
The other man handed him a briefcase, which he hefted, greedily. "Muahaha" he laughed, tossing the key to them.
The two men walked to the pantry, and were just about to have it open when Jessie stormed in, followed by the parent-mob.
"JAMES!!" Jessie yelled. "What kind of a restaurant are you trying to run??"
But James didn't even look up at her. Cream filling was flying everywhere and he was up to his elbows in donuts.
Jessie turned her attention to the heavily-coated men, who were trying to smuggle the children right out the door. She narrowed her eyes, and hit them both with her mallet.
All of James' captives ran to their parents' outstretched arms.
Jessie grabbed James by the collar of his shirt. He had already devoured all of his ill-begotten snacks, so she had his full attention.
"Wh-what are you gonna do to me, Jess?" he whimpered, as she fully lifted him off of the ground.
"Nothing," she said, feigning sweetness. However, before he could feel relieved, she said, "I'm leaving that up to them." She pointed to the parent mob, who, now, fueled by the energy of knowing their children were safe, grinned evilly at James.
"Oh, no!" James cried. "Not that!"
"Come on, Meowth," Jessie said, leaving James to the devices of the parents.
James backed into a corner. "But, but!! I had a disclaimer!! You should have read it!!!"
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NoV: YAY! All over....unless you want to see poor James bludgeoned to death......but I think the story is scary enough on its own.....til nexties!!
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NoV: WOO! Sorry about the wait! I actually forgot all about this one until a kind reviewer reminded me that I had left it....unattended...-.-0 Anywho, on with part two!
--
James led the two unsuspecting children into the kitchen, thankfully having sidestepped Jessie, who would have been furious to see him giving some kids a tour of the place when he was supposed to be working to make her money!
"All right. Where's this 'man-eating shark'?" the boy wanted to know.
"Oh, why, we keep him in this little room," James whispered, mysteriously, unlocking the door to the pantry.
As soon as he had opened the door, they peered in. A dozen other children gaped back at them yelling things like "Hurry! Run Away!!" Before James' newest victims could escape, he shoved them in and locked the door.
"Muahaha!" he laughed, dropping the key into his apron pocket carefully.
--
James took table nine's food to them about ten minutes later.
The mother, still leery of James from their first encounter, asked, "Say, have you seen our children? We went to the restroom, and when we came back, they were gone."
James clinked her salad bowl down loudly on the table. "Uh—"He thought quickly to make something up. "They're probably in the—game room.....downstairs!"
"Where is it?" the father asked. "They need to come and eat their lunch." He began to stand up from the table.
"No, no!" James insisted, nervously, waving him back to his seat. "I'll just take their food to them! No use in spoiling their good time, right?" Before either parent could protest, he was halfway across the room, carrying the children's food on the tray.
He soundlessly unlocked the door, slid the tray inside, and locked the door back. Then, trying not to look suspicious, slinked away to take someone else's order.
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"Wow!" Jessie exclaimed, hanging her apron on a doorknob. "Some day, huh?"
"Yeah. Meowth's beat!" the cat whined.
"Um, you guys go ahead....." James said, cagily. "I'm....going to hang around here for a little while and....clean up!"
Jessie couldn't argue with that. "All right, but if you come in late, and you wake me up—"She let the threat die in the air. He would know better than to wake her late at night.
Jessie and Meowth walked out of the restaurant's front entrance, locking James in.
"Ya t'ink Jim'll rememba to lock up when he leaves?" Meowth wondered, skeptically.
"Well—"Jessie began, but abruptly stopped when she was met with a middle- aged mob. "Uhhh.....sorry, but we're closed—"
A blonde lady yelled, "Where are our children??"
"Does this look like a daycare center to you?" Jessie asked.
A man said, fiercely, "That blue-haired waiter of yours said our kids were going to a game room, and they never came back!"
A few other parents shouted something or nodded in agreement. They all began closing in on Jessie and Meowth.
"Oh, really?" Jessie said, flatly.
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James, after making a few phone calls, was pacing back and forth in front of the back door, waiting for his "goods" to arrive. A few kids had begun to yell and bang on the pantry door, and this didn't help James' nerves, either.
James perked up when there came a knock to the back door. He opened it immediately, facing two men wearing tan overcoats.
"Ya got the kids?" one of them asked.
"You got the pastries?" James demanded.
The other man handed him a briefcase, which he hefted, greedily. "Muahaha" he laughed, tossing the key to them.
The two men walked to the pantry, and were just about to have it open when Jessie stormed in, followed by the parent-mob.
"JAMES!!" Jessie yelled. "What kind of a restaurant are you trying to run??"
But James didn't even look up at her. Cream filling was flying everywhere and he was up to his elbows in donuts.
Jessie turned her attention to the heavily-coated men, who were trying to smuggle the children right out the door. She narrowed her eyes, and hit them both with her mallet.
All of James' captives ran to their parents' outstretched arms.
Jessie grabbed James by the collar of his shirt. He had already devoured all of his ill-begotten snacks, so she had his full attention.
"Wh-what are you gonna do to me, Jess?" he whimpered, as she fully lifted him off of the ground.
"Nothing," she said, feigning sweetness. However, before he could feel relieved, she said, "I'm leaving that up to them." She pointed to the parent mob, who, now, fueled by the energy of knowing their children were safe, grinned evilly at James.
"Oh, no!" James cried. "Not that!"
"Come on, Meowth," Jessie said, leaving James to the devices of the parents.
James backed into a corner. "But, but!! I had a disclaimer!! You should have read it!!!"
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NoV: YAY! All over....unless you want to see poor James bludgeoned to death......but I think the story is scary enough on its own.....til nexties!!